I have forgotten the date of Your coming;
I forgot You not, my Darling.
Flowers of Your garland have dropped off;
Unshed was the sweetness of the wreath.
With You that nectar You had brought,
You'd poured it out amid heart-core.
With just its bliss in every pore,
The dance of existence did not cease.
In this same birth You arrive and depart;
You shower honey on the light and the dark.
Giving the mind sway, You laugh and mark;
In past I did not grasp this history.
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Here and there I used to find delight, but now I know where bliss abides.
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